Is that KATE WALSH? No, thatâs just AALIS ALBRECHT. They were born on 13/10/1140 and are a HUNTER living in Northknot Town. They work as an ARCHITECT. Some say they're CLASSY and CONFIDENT, but Iâve heard others say they're DEMANDING and IMPATIENT. When you think of HER, donât you think of SMUDGED PENCIL LINES, BLUEPRINT COVERED TABLES & HEELS ECHOING DOWN EMPTY HALLWAYS?
Name: Aalis Katherine Albrecht, Ph.D. Pronunciation: AH-liss KATH-uh-rin AWL-brekht Nickname(s): Kat, Allie Birthday: October 13th Age: 46 (885) Zodiac Sign: Libra Sun, Aquarius Moon, Scorpio Rising Gender: Cis-Female Pronouns: She/Her Species: Hunter Sexuality: Demisexual Occupation: Architect/Owner of The Albrecht Method Faceclaim: Kate Walsh
HEADCANONS
Sheâs been living in Northknot on and off since the 1700 after forming an alliance with one of the town's founders, Lucien Blackthorne, a vampire and worthy adversary. While it started as a dangerous game of cat and mouse, it has since turned into having mutual respect for each other.
She has a cat named Milo whoâs an orange tabby.
She has resting bitch face but sheâs actually a sweetheart once you get to know her.
Aalis has a hidden talent for painting, a skill she uses to relax and express herself creatively.
In addition to her cat Milo, she may have a soft spot for other animals, perhaps often found feeding stray animals or helping with local animal shelters.
Aalis has a collection of old, antique items and artifacts from her long life that she keeps as a reminder of her experiences and wisdom.
She loves hot cocoa with a little mix of coffee.
Her favorite color is red.
Sheâs very particular when it comes to her drinks; red wine and gin only.
Her family consists of her daughter, Callista, her son-in-law, Zach, and her granddaughter, Marina.
APPEARANCE
Aalis exudes an aura of timeless sophistication with her striking red hair, often styled straight to frame her sharp, elegant features. Her hair cascades to her shoulders with an effortless grace, though she occasionally curls it for a touch of old-world charm. Dressed predominantly in classic black dresses, pencil skirts, and impeccably tailored suits, she commands respect and admiration. Her attire is completed with sleek stilettos that click purposefully on hard floors, announcing her presence with every step. On rare days when sheâs feeling less composed, her attire shifts to a more casual look, usually dark and understated, revealing her more vulnerable side. Whether sheâs immersed in architectural designs or enjoying a quiet moment with her cat Milo, Aalisâs refined style and presence remain a constant reflection of her storied life and sophisticated taste.
PERSONALITY
Aalis is a commanding presence with a sharp mind and a wit to match. Confident and fiercely independent, she approaches life with a level-headed decisiveness thatâs both inspiring and intimidating. Beneath her refined, serious demeanor lies a deeply caring and supportive side, reserved for those she holds close, like her daughter Callista and granddaughter Marina. Aalis is a natural leader and big-picture thinker. Her RBF and sharp tongue often mask her innate warmth and quick humor, making her a delightful contradiction of poised elegance and unexpected sweetness. Whether sheâs mentoring future architects, fiercely protecting her family, or engaging in a battle of wits, Aalis remains unapologetically herself; fierce, loving, and utterly unforgettable.
AESTHETIC
smudged pencil lines - blueprint covered tables - heels clicking on the floor - all things black - red wine - vintage architecture books - elegant office spaces - gothic and baroque architecture - crumpled sketches and blueprints - intricate stonework and archways - antique compasses and rulers - dark red roses - shadow-kissed drafting rooms â charcoal-stained fingertips â the cold gleam of black marble â arches carved like whispered secrets â late nights lit only by desk lamps â precision knives slicing through vellum â red wine swirling like spilled velvet â high heels echoing down empty hallways â leather-bound portfolios stacked with genius â storm-grey city skylines â antique brass rulers warm from her touch â clipped hairpins and sharper glances â abandoned cathedrals she sketches from memory â ink rings on mahogany desks â obsidian jewelry glinting against pale skin â rolled blueprints tied with blood-red ribbon â a heart guarded like a locked atelier â ambition that hums like an electrical wire â the quiet violence of perfection
CONNECTIONS
Ghost Partner They lived six lifetimes together before they finally passed away. They softened each otherâs hard exterior; helped each other adjust to a life without so much death. They were each otherâs other half.
The ProtĂŠgĂŠ (Wyndham) A bright young architect or hunter-in-training who looks up to Aalis. They admire her skill, discipline, and presence but might struggle to meet her high standards. Does she see herself in them, or will they forever remain just another student?
The Thorn in Her Side A supernatural who constantly tests her patience. Maybe a vampire with a sharp tongue, a werewolf who refuses to follow the rules, or a fae who delights in making her life difficult. Annoying as they are, theyâre one of the few people who can make Aalis genuinely laugh.
BIOGRAPHY
tw: violence, death
A woman shaped by many lives and sharpened by loss, Aalis Katherine Albrecht was born in 1140 to Avice and Gwenllian, the youngest of eight children in a household that was always loud with footsteps, arguments, and laughter. Being the last meant she was rarely watched as closely as the others. Expectations slid off her shoulders, chores were absorbed by older siblings, and Aalis learned early how to exist quietly without being fragile. She grew feral in the best wayâknees perpetually bruised, hands always filthy, pockets full of stones and sticks she insisted had purpose. The world was something to be touched, tested, built, and broken apart, even then.
As she grew older, her days shifted inward. She was taught how to tend a household, how to hold structure together with patience and routine. Life was simple, steady, and for a while, safe. The kind of peace that feels permanent until it isnât. When Aalis was in her twenties, that illusion shattered. A pack of werewolves descended on her village in a single nightâviolence, sudden and total. She and her family fought back, fueled by terror and love in equal measure, but courage didnât save them. The village burned. Every life was lost. Including hers.
"For each of us, there comes a time when we must awaken and become what we were born to become."
Death did not keep her. That same night, twenty-seven witches pulled Aalis back across the veil and reshaped her into something purposeful and ruthless: a hunter. She woke with grief still raw in her chest and a mandate carved into her bonesâseek out supernatural beings who violated the balance of nature and end them. For thirty years, she obeyed. She became efficient, disciplined, terrifyingly calm. She learned to bury emotion under precision, to let purpose replace mourning. Eventually, even that life ended violently, as so many of hers would.
She was resurrected again at twenty-four, restored to a body young and unscarred while her mind carried centuries of ghosts. And again, she hunted. One lifetime blurred into the nextâten lifetimes spent chasing threats, tracking monsters, enforcing order at the cost of her own rest. Over time, the lines between justice and obligation thinned. The world changed. The supernatural changed. And slowly, so did Aalis. Exhaustionânot ageâfinally pushed her to stop. Northknot became her anchor, the first place she chose instead of being sent to.
âYou yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection."Â
In Northknot, Aalis chose creation over destruction. She went to school, became an architect, and helped raise the city from bones and blueprints into something living. She loved, tooâa fellow hunter who learned to exist among the supernatural instead of erasing them. They shared six lifetimes together before he finally passed from old age in his last life. Grief carved something permanent into her. She swore she wouldnât love again. Then Callista happened.Â
Callista was young, angry, and utterly alone when Aalis found herâsharp-edged, defiant, and stubbornly self-sufficient. She saw herself in the girl immediately. What began as reluctant responsibility turned into protection, then something dangerously close to hope. Aalis took her in. Eventually, she adopted her. They became a family stitched together by trauma and mutual stubbornnessâimperfect, loud, fiercely loyal. Callista survived. Thrived. Built a life of her own. And somehow, Aalis did too.
âYou have to let go of who you were to allow yourself to become who you are.â
Nearly fifteen years later, Aalis is a grandmother to Marina, Morgan, and Meredithâroles she never expected and wears with quiet devotion. She still keeps people at armâs length, still dates carefully and without promises, aware of how easily love can be taken. Attachment is her greatest fear, though she hides it beneath calm authority and impeccable control. These days, when she isnât sketching designs or overseeing new projects, she gives guest lectures at the local university and steals every spare moment she can with her family.
After centuries of resurrection, violence, grief, and reinvention, Aalis stands firmly in a life she finally chose for herself. The hunter is still thereâwatchful, preciseâbut she no longer lets it define her. Against every odd stacked by fate, she has carved out something rare and hard-won: stability, legacy, and a happiness that feels earned rather than borrowed.
